The life involves us in horizons which we always do not like, in the dark recesses of our thoughts. Until in our darkest desires, I am there already, I believe. My life in accelerated which passes by again in front of my livid eyelids. My artificially white dye, my eyes bales of a mysterious black, my lips red blood and my strange desires. A bottle of alcohol open on the ground, some pills in the neighbourhoods of the body lengthened the open large eyes. My god, it is attractive. Not morbid, not I am not macabre, I prohibits it. My dreams of princess consigned in a large green fluo, my blue eyes, green book & gray open on a world which n' is more mien. It will become again it, I will make very for that. It was so pleasant…